Gabriella Adegem Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brussels

Oh, and the smells—sweat, booze, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Surprised me how loud it gets—moans, laughs, fights—chaos symphony! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but feels like a freakin’ warzone sometimes. Movie line pops up—“It’s not what I did, it’s who I am.” Brothel’s the same—ain’t just the acts, it’s the vibe. Dark, messy, glorious. I’m burdened with glorious purpose, seein’ it all—sinners, saints, all f*ckin’ in the same bed, haha!

Red-light districts by city

Rue Osmond be buzzin’ with quirky shops, it does. Narrow lanes, tiny cafés on Molenstraat too. A park, hmm, the big green of Lentepark, found it I did. So many families, laughing, cryin’—life’s little dramas, yes, hmm. Reminds me of that film; bittersweet it is, deep like old wounds that heal.

WW2 postcard campaign reminds homeowners that fallen 'lived where you live"